"Joseph Green - Forgotten Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Green Joseph)

"I've been thinking about that, too."
"Dig could recharge his oxytanks at one of the wrecked ships," Jim said. "And it would
make a perfect hiding place for him."
"There's one way we can find out," Ken suggested. "We can go there and look for him!"
"I know."
They talked for a long time before falling asleep.
In the morning, the boys awoke to find then: mother standing over them.
"So you two spaceheroes weren't tired," she greeted them. "You slept for a solid twelve
hours."
Jim sat up and yawned.
"Hurry up and get dressed. You've got a visitor."
"Woody?"
"No. Sergeant Brool of the Space Guards."
Both boys were suddenly wide awake.
"Now dress and come to breakfast."
Mrs. Barry left and the boys jumped out of their beds quickly. Their new plastex clothes
were hanging in the closet. They put on the tight-fitting trousers and tucked them into their
heavy Spaceboots. The blouses had open collars with roomy sleeves that buttoned at the
wrists.
"Well, we almost look like spacemen," Jim commented drily as they went in to
breakfast.
They greeted Sergeant Brool uneasily, but he gave them a warm smile and a wink.
"So you told your father about Dig Allen," he said.
"Is there any news, sir?" Ken asked.
The Guardsman frowned. "Not a word. But I didn't come here to talk about Dig Allen. I
want to start teaching you spacemanship. It's part of my job, you know," he added, the frown
turning into an unexpected smile.
Jim and Ken glanced questioningly at their father.
"I've already given my permission."
"Then we're ready right now!" they both shouted.
"Not until you've finished your breakfast," Mrs. Barry said placing two plates of steaming
ham and eggs before the boys.
While they were eating, the doorbell rang. A moment later Woody came charging in.
"Hey, Earthlings! There's a Space Guard Cruiser in the crater!" he cried. Then his eyes
fell on Sergeant Brool and he finished up weakly, "Oh, you know?"
"Sergeant Brool is taking us up in the cruiser," Jim told his friend.
"Wish I could go!" Woody looked toward the Guardsman, a pleading expression in his
eyes. "I wish ...."
"You can come along, Woody. But stay out of my food locker."
"Yes, sir!"
"And no stories about space ghosts," the sergeant added.
"I shall be as silent as the spaceways, sir," Woody promised.
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On their way to the Space Guard Cruiser, they stopped at the
supply room where the sergeant checked out their spacesuits.
"Control switches are on your spacebelts," he told them. "The belt pouches also have
emergency food concentrates, tools, medikit and just about anything else you might need."
The boys ran their fingers over the bulging pockets. The spacesuits felt heavy and
clumsy.
"Helmets on."